Alrighty, friends. We left Jane and Rafael
dating in secret. But they decided
it was time to come out of the closet.
We should tell our family that we're together.
Not going as well? Jane's writing.
See, she had gotten a bad book review,
and ever since, she had been totally lost.
My career is nowhere.
I don't have an agent, a publisher, an idea.
Also lost? Rafael's real parents.
Actually, buddy, I don't know who they are.
And of course Jane had an opinion.
I think you should look for your birth parents.
I know. What a mystery.
Which reminds me, Petra's lawyer, J.R.,
had been working with a mystery person
to make sure Petra went to jail. Only then,
she had a change of heart, so she told Petra everything.
You planted the screws.
No. It must have been the blackmailer.
Your mother, I can only assume.
And then, she promised Petra she'd help her.
Oh, and complicating that,
Petra's sexy dream.
So yeah, straight out of a telenovela, right?
Well, imagine this. Jane's father was trying to bring
the Passions of Santos to America,
but was having trouble casting a costar,
which had left him distracted from his new wife.
I'm just trying to figure out my life,
which you would have noticed if you paid attention.
And Xiomara? Well,
she said she was going to teach a dance class
and then ended up here.
I know. OMG, right?
So let's see what happens next.
It is a truth universally known
that everyone's a critic.
I don't like that pillow.
Especially Jane.
It never existed.
- So? - It's perfect.
My family's gonna freak.
Oh, they're gonna lose their minds.
I mean, Rafael's apartment looks good,
but... it's not exactly HGTV-worthy.
My Abuela's head might actually explode.
It is a nice picture, but I don't know
if it's a head exploder.
♪♪
Perfect.
I was thinking that that could be your nightstand.
For when you stay over.
I don't know how my dad's gonna feel.
And my mom is the real wild card.
She could go either way.
No way. Deep down,
I think she always wanted us to be together.
Oh! Doi!
They're talking about telling everyone they're dating.
Someone's definitely gonna cry.
Yeah. You.
What are we waiting for? Let's see those reactions!
We have news.
We're dating!
Pay up, you two.
Ohh! Ma, not
- Tough cookies. - Fair! Just because it was today,
- of all days! - I don't want to hear excuses.
You got to pick your day first, Alba.
- Just give me the cash. - Fine,
- take it. - Hold on. What's going on?
She won the bet when you'd tell us.
- You guys knew? - For weeks.
You were pretty obvious. The whole "pulled muscle" thing?
Rafael was just, uh, helping me with,
- uh, my, um... - Drawers.
I know a sex injury when I see one.
Yeah, you do.
I honestly thought
that double date with Chris
would break you...
Seriously? Everybody knew?
Well,
not everyone...
I can't believe this!
My heart feels like... Like...
- It's glowing? - Yeah!
Exactly! Like it's glowing!
Called it.
♪♪ *JANE THE VIRGIN* Season 04 Episode 12
Title: "Chapter Seventy-Six"
Okay. We have to be careful here.
- Petra can be... - Bitchy.
Tricky. I felt very much on the outside
when you guys were dating, so I just want to be sensitive.
You look surprised.
Shocked, actually.
This is why you called an important family meeting
in the middle of the day?
To tell me you're dating?
Wh-What is this, sophomore year of high school?
Did he ask you to prom? Are you aware
that I am currently under investigation for murder?
- Just trying to be mindful. - We weren't thinking...
You're together. What... freaking do?
What did you want, fireworks?
No. Of course not.
Okay. Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have an important meeting with my criminal defense attorney
to discuss strategies to keep me out of prison.
But many happy returns to the new couple.
Anything?
It's been two days!
How've we not heard from them?
- Petra, calm down. - You calm down!
Someone's trying to frame me for murder!
And I'm working on it.
By doing what? And do not say
- "waiting." - Waiting.
Maybe it's you. Maybe you still work with them.
- I'm not. - You could be! You were.
- And what do I really know about you? - Petra, stop.
♪♪
Breathe.
We're in this together, okay?
I'm not working for anyone else.
If you go down,
I go down.
Now, did you make the list?
Yes.
This is everyone I could think of
who might want to see me behind bars.
♪♪
Pammy the Parrot?
The guy who plays the parrot at the Marbella.
I'm often quite short with him.
What's his name?
I don't know his name. I call him Parrot Guy.
That's also why he's on the list.
Okay.
I'll check out Parrot Guy.
Ah, what a seamless transition.
Okay. Go write. I'll see you later.
And if anything comes from Italy...?
To remind you, Rafael was searching
for his biological mother.
I will wait to open it with you.
One may not remind you so much as tell you,
- he decided to look for her. - You nervous?
Because if you want to talk or anything,
I can stay and we can take a walk.
I know what you're doing.
- I'm not avoiding writing! - You're avoiding writing.
Okay, a little. That's because
there's nothing to write about!
Then sit in front of the computer and stare at it.
Go.
Ooh! Looks like Jane's actually making progress.
- Oh! - Sorry,
I didn't want to interrupt,
just wanted to bring you dinner.
Aw, thank you.
Anything I can read?
No, not yet.
- Is that a letter? - Mm...
Hmm?
What's going on?
If you must know...
I'm writing a response to the critic who gave me a bad review.
What?
I thought you were past that.
I was.
But then I went on my book page on Amazon...
You know, to bolster my confidence,
remind myself that I'm a published freaking author...
And they linked that review.
The first thing anyone sees when they go to buy my book
is a reason to not buy my book.
- Ay, mi amor. - And I reread it.
And, honestly, this guy just didn't get what I was doing.
He said that the main character was cringeworthy at times.
What? How dare he?
But that's the point.
People aren't perfect. Ever heard of Walt Whitman, sir?
"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself,
I am large, I contain multitudes"!
And you put that in the letter?
I certainly did. And I called him out
on his cultural bias.
I mean, too much magical realism?
I hate this guy.
Maybe he's never heard of the author Gabriel García Márquez.
Márquez says magical realism runs through our streets.
- Good point. - Right?
See, this guy read it all wrong.
I mean, he says "derivative"...
I say "homage."
And maybe it "fell flat" to him,
but maybe it's just his warped white male lens.
- Well said. - Mm!
And obviously
you're not going to send that letter...
I know, I know.
That would be "over the top."
Which I'm not.
Okay, you need to stop reading that article.
I know. You're right.
I need to move forward.
♪♪
I told her I just want to move forward.
Actually, I told her doorman,
because River will not see or speak to me.
It was ridiculous.
Obviously, we got off on the wrong foot.
I'll remind you why that wording is poor.
Attack her!
But now she's just being a nine-toed drama queen.
Now the network wants me to write her a letter
begging her to do the show?
Rogelio de la Vega doesn't beg!
Except for my wife's forgiveness.
I've been focused on myself again.
Old habits die hard.
Please, how are you?
I want to only hear about you.
I'm good.
Work's been busy, because I've been
covering for a teacher who's sick.
Who's sick?
Hmm?
That you're covering for.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not used
to all the questions.
Rory. Rory's sick.
Sorry. I have to take this.
Also suspicious?
♪♪
Okay. Now call Petra.
♪♪
No!
Don't read that review again!
Ugh. Derivative
and uninspired.
That reviewer was a hundred percent right.
Only he sugarcoated it.
No. This isn't healthy.
Choose to ignore.
I'm not going anywhere.
Here's the truth.
An outrageous series of events happened to you,
and you exploited it for the sake of a novel, and it sold.
But without that, you'd be nowhere.
Like I said, everyone's a critic.
Admit it, Jane. You're a fraud.
Especially Jane.
Yes!
Just the person I need to see!
How does this sound? Okay.
"Dear River, I'm begging you,
"don't miss out on the greatest opportunity of your career
"just because I accidentally got you attacked by a wolf.
"To do so would be a huge mistake in a career
littered with mistakes..."
What? What are you doing? Why are you deleting?
You have to be, like,
a hundred times more humble.
Where's Mom?
Ah, yes, my wife,
International Woman of Mystery.
She's not here.
Early shift. Again.
Why are you saying it like that?
Because your mom has been distant and secretive lately.
- Dad? - Hmm?
Don't let your telenovela instincts
get the better of you.
You're probably right.
I just miss her.
Why don't you do something special,
just the two of you?
- Yes? - Mm-hmm.
That's a wonderful idea.
I will go all-out!
A Xogelio Extravaganza!
Again, check your telenovela instincts.
Small and intimate works too.
Yes, yes, yes, you're right.
Smart advice from my brilliant daughter.
Oh. Let me return the favor.
What did you need? How can I help?
It's nothing.
I wanted to vent because I'm blocked.
Need a laxative? Poo Nami?
With my writing. Writer's block.
Because I can't get my bad review out of my head.
♪♪
I'm going to show you something.
Something no one has ever seen before.
Open it.
It's my Failure Folder.
The bleakest, most soul-crushing reviews of my career.
Geez, Dad, these are harsh.
Yes. And had I let them get into my head,
I would have never become the successful,
prolific actor standing before you.
- How did you do it? - I rebranded them.
This is no longer my Failure Folder.
It is my Motivation Folder.
All these harsh words from bitter, mean critics?
They're nothing but fuel,
urging me to overcome, show them all.
Well, that's good advice, Dad,
but it's a little different
- for me because... - I know. I'm a star,
but normal people can be resilient too.
No, but I'm literally stuck.
I can't write.
- Get the critic out of your head! - No, but...
I'm hearing a lot of "no, buts."
I want to hear more "yes, and."
- "Yes, and." It's perfect! - Huh?
"Yes, and" is the first rule of improv.
That's the cure for your writer's block.
Take an improv class! I'm a genius.
There's that lack of confidence.
What does improv have to do with writing?
It's a way to get your creative juices flowing
without worrying about actual writing.
It'll force you to stop self-censoring,
to dive in and commit to new ideas.
- I'm not an actor, Dad. - Who cares?
It's to help you think on your feet.
- Reclaim your creative self. - Yeah.
Your derivative, uninspired self.
Come on, Jane. You can't.
You know what? Yes, I'll sign up.
Yes!
Onstage failure. Huh.
What a dramatic twist.
Which brings us here, now.
Petra?
I knew I couldn't trust you...
I'm being followed. I think it's the blackmailer.
I'm gonna kiss you again,
and then we're gonna get back in the car.
Who's following you?
I don't know.
Someone's been tailing me all day.
Do you know anyone with a late model olive green sedan?
Ew. No.
What the hell were you doing here anyway?
I was supposed to meet with the blackmailers.
No, you weren't.
I planted that burner phone, I sent those texts.
What?
To see if you'd actually reach out to me
if you heard from them, which you didn't.
Only because I'm being followed!
And you've been so strung out!
I don't want to risk you messing anything up.
They're still watching.
I know that.
Now what?
I'll tell them you were getting suspicious,
so I had to seduce you.
♪♪
Must be my cell.
Too many phones.
- We have to go. - It's my mom.
It's a marriage record. My mom's.
Aah! This must be the letter
they were expecting from Italy.
What does it say?
She married someone named Angello Amalberti.
So maybe her name is Camilla Amalberti now?
Should we look her up?
♪♪
- If you're not ready... - Uh, I am.
Let's do it.
Here's a match. She looks the right age.
Let's me see if I can find out where she's from.
Oh, my God.
Rafael, I think this is her.
Wow.
That's my mom.
I can't believe that's really her.
She looks...
kind, doesn't she?
She really does.
And you can see a little family resemblance?
- Maybe? - Definitely.
What do you want to do?
Uh, write her. Oh.
And now before I lose my nerve.
Mom?
We gave her a sedative.
She was disoriented, very upset.
Are you okay?
I don't know if it was the right thing,
putting her here.
Is that...?
Yes, it's them.
♪♪
Okay, what now?
Oh, I text them back our cover story.
You were suspicious,
I seduced you so I can get closer to you
and force you to incriminate yourself.
You think they'll believe that?
- What? - MThat I was seduced.
I wouldn't worry.
You were pretty into that kiss.
What? No, I wasn't.
Text them back, make it convincing.
Don't be nervous.
Getting out of your comfort zone is what improv is all about.
And remember, Jane, you have highly-gifted actor's blood
coursing through your veins!
- Thanks, Dad. - No, thank you
for the advice. I'm on my way
to surprise your mother with a night of romance.
Didn't go too big, did you?
Well...
She will love it.
Good luck at improv, and remember, "yes, and"!
Got it. On it.
♪♪
Hello, good sir.
I'm here for the enchanting Xiomara de la Vega.
Xo isn't working today.
- Are you sure? - Yup.
Hasn't been in all week.
Oh.
Okay. Thanks.
♪♪
Establish a location. That's rule number
three of improv.
Rule number two...
Add new information.
And rule number one?
Yes, and. Exactly, which means
accept what is given to you
and add on to it. Get it?
- Got it. - Good.
Let's get you up on your feet.
Oh, no. You mean, "Oh, yes."
Sorry. Oh, yes! And...
here I go.
Great. Mark, join her.
Class, what is he holding?
A microphone.
Hello, New York. Bob Edgars here
with Mrs. Phyllis Runkle.
Mrs. Runkle, I understand that you were the sole eyewitness
to the theft of the Statue of Liberty late last night?
Just say whatever pops into your head.
Except that.
Don't say that.
Did the thieves steal anything else?
Her voice, apparently.
Come on, Jane. Remember the rules of improv.
Yes, and...
Don't be derivative, Jane. I can't bear it.
- Nope. - Don't say that. It's painfully prosaic.
Did you catch a glimpse of their faces?
Yes. I saw the thieves, and
they took the Statue of Liberty
and my virginity.
By force.
And it was scary, and...
Stop.
This is the house.
♪♪
Take your hands off my wife, you thieving, toned bastard.
I will rip you limb from limb!
So much for not letting telenovela instincts
get the better of him.
- Rogelio! Stop! - No!
I know about the affair.
Affair?
Brad's my dance partner.
We entered a competition.
You expect me to believe that?
- Yes. - Hey!
Get your hands off my boyfriend.
So-so he-he-he really is...
My dance partner. Yes.
I can't believe you thought I'd cheat on you.
I'm sorry.
I-I think that being home all day
has made me a little crazy.
But why did you lie?
I was... embarrassed.
It's just a little dance contest.
I mean, compared to what you do.
This isn't about me.
I guess... I'm just feeling a little lost,
and I wanted to have fun
and rediscover my love of dancing.
So let me support that.
I promise, Xiomara,
I will not make it all about me.
♪ Xiomara... ♪
Not now, driver!
No. Improv is not for me.
I totally bombed.
No way I'm going back there.
What?
You can't quit, it's only been a day.
I can and I am.
Would you let me quit?
Okay, shut up. I'll start my homework.
Bright side? You love homework.
♪♪
What are you doing?
My homework. This week I'm supposed to observe
the people around me and really notice their gestures and quirks
and then use them to write up a character.
Okay.
So, uh, what else are you observing about me?
You want to stop talking and just have sex.
Nice work. I think your homework
is pretty much done for the night.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
Okay. Now you're about to get sappy.
- I just feel so... - Hmm.
Happy... here.
With you, in this apartment
that still smells like hot dogs.
And I can't even believe I am saying that,
but... it's true.
It just feels right.
What?
Don't say it, Jane.
Censor yourself. Bite your tongue.
Nothing.
I'm happy too.
Also biting his tongue...
I... Let's try from that last eight count.
Five, six, seven, eight.
♪♪
Ah. Aaah.
Ah.
Did you want to say something?
Only that you two dance...
beautifully together.
It's enchanting.
One more time?
Uh, yes.
And we're pushing off with the left leg. Right.
♪♪
Lovely. Wonderful.
Keep it up.
Amazing. Brilliant.
Coming from a totally casual observer.
Ah, another casual observer.
♪♪
Jane? Why are you limping?
Did you hurt yourself again?
Oh. No, no. No, no, no. Just getting back
into waitressing.
Thanks for letting me pick up shifts.
Did you just giggle?
No.
I do not giggle.
You did. You giggled,
and you're blushing... Who was that?
No one.
And I'm not.
My God. You have a crush.
Someone just ask you to the prom?
No. I do not have a crush,
and no one's going to prom.
And I do not giggle.
I have never giggled in my life.
Giggling is for peasants.
Are you Shrek?
No. I'm being Auntie Petra.
- Mm-mm. - Mmm. Yeah.
I think the, uh, accent was
- a little confusing. - Mmm.
Like I said, everyone's a critic.
Okay, what if I do my dad? He's quirky.
And definitely a larger-than-life personality.
True dat. Beautiful. Yes.
Incredible. I only hope
the camera can capture your magnificence.
Water break? Lemon or no lemon?
Oh, uh, lemon. Oh, my God, no.
No lemon? Would you like a Gatorade?
You need to make sure to replenish your electrolytes.
I also cut up some orange slices,
- if you would like... - No!
I don't want any of it.
Just stop it. Enough.
I'll just, um, gonna use the restroom.
What's going on? Stop what?
Everything. You.
But I'm not making this about myself at all.
- I'm all about you. - Exactly.
That's the problem.
You're suffocating me.
- What? - It's true.
You used to go to work every day,
so I had alone time, and I need that,
because, well,
you're such a big personality, and being around you all day,
every day is exhausting.
But I love being around you all day, every day.
That's because I'm not exhausting.
Well, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize how much of my personality was problematic.
Well that wasn't funny either.
What am I gonna do in class? Well, it's improv, right?
Can't you just wing it?
No, we have to write them up.
And I took this class to get away from writing.
It's not a novel.
It doesn't matter what it is.
I have this critic in my head,
judging and second-guessing.
It's crippling.
And, friends,
from experience, that's true.
You can't make progress
if you're constantly second-guessing yourself.
What's with this critic?
Honestly, it-it happens to me sometimes.
It's the pressure of telling such
a fast-paced story. Talk to me.
I just...
Like, should I tell you what Jane
was really feeling here, or not? I will.
I just...
Actually, no.
I'll save it for later. Let's go back.
I didn't realize how much of my personality was problematic.
See? Frustrating, right?
You'll recall we left Jane, mired in...
Self doubt. Every idea I have,
there's this voice that won't go away.
What voice?
Me.
My inner critic.
And I can't seem to shut her up.
- Why would you want to shut her up? - Ugh.
I listen to that voice all the time.
She's got valid points.
- Ha. - I'm not kidding.
But if I listen to her, then that means
I have to accept that that review was right.
I shouldn't be a writer.
But that's-that's not what the review said.
Okay, that I'm "derivative and uninspired."
No, at times "your manufactured
coincidences were derivative and uninspired."
I read the review a couple times too.
Well, clearly, he doesn't think I'm a good writer.
Then why did he say there was "promise unfulfilled"?
That means you have promise.
And the rest was all just constructive criticism.
So maybe you shouldn't be trying
to banish this critic. You should be trying
to see what he said as productive.
And so, friends, Jane tried.
Don't forget, the reviewer said
you used too many adjectives before.
Yes, and this time, I'm going to pare it down.
And he said you shouldn't
be too removed from your subject. Yes.
And this time, I'm drawing straight from my real life.
Hmm. I should go.
We don't want to overdo the magical realism.
- Hey, Dad. - Have you heard from your mom?
- No. Is everything okay? - I mean,
not really. She said some pretty awful things,
and I made her lemon water
and orange slices. I bit my tongue
so hard that...
Dad, slow down.
What did Mom say?
Horrific things. Things I will spend
my life trying to unhear.
Okay. Stop.
Instead of locking those things away
in a fake book with a key that leads to an armoire,
just try to consider
what she said, because I decided
to "yes, and" my critic,
and i-it actually helped me.
Perfect. Great advice.
Talk soon.
See? I actually think she has a point.
- Who are you? - I am your inner critic,
and I'm finally out, baby!
I've been waiting 44 years
to be set free, and, boy,
have I got some things
♪ To say! ♪
- Okay, only 41 years. - No!
You're 44, you delusional half-wit!
You ever hear the theory about famous people?
They stop maturing the moment they become famous,
and you booked your first national commercial
when you were... 9.
Bam! Freeze it right there,
you whiny little thumb-sucking man-child.
- Are you done? - No!
Your pompous, shallow, materialistic,
loud, obnoxious, selfish,
- irresponsible... - Okay. Stop it.
I can't take it anymore. You're too much.
Exactly.
And I am you.
So maybe now you know how your wife feels.
♪♪
I'm so glad you came home.
I was too harsh with you, and...
I feel terrible.
I'm so sorry.
No.
I'm the one who's sorry.
A-and I came back to apologize.
You were right.
I am a lot.
Sometimes even for myself.
I know you mean well.
That doesn't mean it's not true.
Look, I'm still adjusting.
We've just never actually spent
- this much time together before. - I know.
It feels like we should have, right?
Since we've known each other for so long.
Yeah. But really, we're still newlyweds,
and it takes time to figure this all out.
And we will.
One step at a time.
Just like dancing.
♪♪
I know I'm no Brad, but...
may I have this dance?
♪♪
In that moment, friends,
Xiomara found exactly what she was looking for:
her love of dance.
You're sure?
Yes. Milos is still in jail, so it can't be him.
It's nice to cross an international arms dealer
off the list of people who are after you.
What?
I-I thought I had a crazy life,
- but yours... - You don't know
the half of it.
So do you need to stay over or anything?
To sell the highly improbable lie
that I'm interested in you?
Which we need them to believe.
I think the tongue you slipped me
during our kiss was pretty compelling.
Oh, ho, ho! Snap!
What?
That was a reflex.
I could tell you had a plan... I just didn't want to...
undermine whatever it was.
Good.
Because I'm not into being a straight woman's guinea pig.
What makes you think I haven't been with a woman?
Have you?
Yes.
Several.
I'm also your lawyer.
That wouldn't be the first line you've crossed.
♪♪
Oh, my.
I'm not the blackmailer, but, whew,
I am definitely buying this is real.
♪♪
So... ahem,
I enjoyed last night. Heh, heh.
That was... one way to get me to relax.
Yeah, it was fun.
So I just want to be honest.
I've actually never been with a woman before.
Yeah.
I have to be honest too.
I knew that already.
I have to visit my mom.
I'll see you later.
Great. Yeah, no, I'm in a hurry too.
I have to get, uh, to the lounge. Prep for an event.
Nobody seems to work hard unless I'm breathing down their necks.
Breakfast for two.
♪♪
You might have gone a little overboard.
An eight-page bio on a character called "The Critic"?
Just started flowing.
All right. Could we get a suggestion
for The Critic to review?
Sushi!
With a mediocre seaweed
and uninspired soy sauce,
it reeks of promise unfulfilled.
In short, this fish stinks like dead fish.
Oh, that is so me.
You nailed it. Ha, ha!
Ah. Are there Oscars for improv performances?
Because I think the Academy needs to consider this!
Critic Jane definitely isn't winning any awards.
But you know what?
It made me realize I should go back to a writing class.
The structure, having assignments... That works for me.
And I really need that right now.
Mm-hmm. I like that idea.
Right? And look.
Check plus!
This is going on the fridge.
Or... in your drawer?
There. See?
Every time I bring it up, you do that.
- What? - Look away.
Look, I'm not trying to get you to move in with me.
I just want you to feel... at home.
I do feel at home.
Then what's the problem?
Uh, the problem is...
Just say it.
The problem is...
everything feels exactly right.
Just like you said.
It feels like things are falling into place,
and I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
And because of our history, with Michael...
I don't want him to feel like just a step
on my path back to you.
I don't want this to negate what we had, you know?
I don't think it does.
I think it's more...
"yes, and."
Yes, you and Michael had a beautiful love story.
And... I hope that we can now have our own.
Oh. Mmm.
Mmm.
Wow.
I have no notes. That was perfect.
Oh.
My dad.
Ah, of course.
Hi, Dad.
What, now?
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Ooh.
Ah.
What is it?
I just got an e-mail.
Camilla's not my mother.
What?
Ah. Turns out she was just a nurse
in the hospital where I was born.
The go-between for the hospital and the convent's orphanage.
My mom was scared about what would happen
if her family found out,
so Camilla put her name on my birth certificate.
Does she know your mom's name?
I am so sorry.
Just...
hard...
preparing yourself, being ready,
letting yourself hope.
I know, but this is just a setback, right?
You can call the orphanage.
Closed a long time ago.
The convent then. There must be records.
True.
This is a telenovela after all.
Why did my mother have a note pinned on her sweater?
- On her sweater? - Yes. Just pinned to her
like a frickin' sales tag.
She said it was an electrician?
We didn't call an electrician.
Then who was in my mother's room?
Who left this note?
And telenovelas, of course, have twists and turns.
They're killing it.
They have ups... and downs.
Uh, thanks for returning my call, Sister Mary.
I was looking for, uh, records from the orphanage?
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They were sold?
So-sold to who?
You're absolutely sure?
Luisa Alver?
And they have gut punches
that come out of nowhere.
Oh, stop it, you guys.
- It hurts when I laugh. - Oh. Ha, ha!
And don't you dare call the judges.
Why? You should have won, even with the fall.
Okay, wait. An apple juice box toast
to your critically-acclaimed wipeout, huh?
Salud.
Ah. Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Oh, sorry.
- We were having fun. - Of course.
It's good that you came in.
You have a broken rib.
- Is that serious? - No.
Just avoid excessive exertion. It should heal up by itself.
Got it. So can we get out of here?
Actually, there's something else.
Could we talk in private?
This is my family. They can stay.
What is it?
We took an X-ray of your chest
to check the rib, and we found something else.
A lump in your breast.
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Like I said... from out of nowhere.
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